Another sleepless night.
Zhang Mingliang took a sip of strong coffee, vigorously rubbed his face to lift his spirits, and laid his hands on the keyboard. The clacking of typing resounded once again.
An hour later, a detailed report was freshly produced, and the printer started printing. Seizing this brief moment of free time, he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the brightly lit city from above.
On the surface, nothing unusual could be detected; it was still bustling and as dazzling as ever. Yet, within this true-to-life urban tapestry flowed a torrent of unreal colors, growing stronger and more undeniable by the day, and more and more... unsettling.
The data that had been swirling in his mind came to him effortlessly.
As of an hour ago, the number of people with Ghost Clients had surpassed 600,000, with 486,000 as Level One Members and about 120,000 new tourists.